Spencer Evans had recently joined the gang after running away from his mother and sister, and now he was drunk and ranting. The two of those things combined could be catastrophic.

You were seated next to him by the campfire. It was dark out, but the perfect temperature. He was drinking some beer and rambling on about something unintelligible before he spoke up.

“Ngh…I hate everythinggg..” He groaned, “I hate youu..but nooot in a literal senseeee..” he said, slurring his speech.